A chip struck away by the cold flash of steel against the earthy grain of stone,
A sliver whittled away from the supple flesh of wood,
All things have beauty,
All things have soul -a purpose,
From the ashes of the earth -the Phoenix spreads its smoldering wings,
A new beginning has sprung from the oasis of life,
A new basis and principle sought from a new generation,
We've been meld by the philosophies of past and our creation brings forth a new era of divinity,
For in each of us is a God of untapped frustration and stirred up pride,
Let go of this and see before your eyes that we are only creation -live and prosper this life for the clay may shatter any moment,
This too shall pass
-Eric Fosler
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Eric Fosler
I hope to publish a poetry book one day
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